Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

the kitchen, tying her hair up as she opened the fridge. She gathered the ingredients quickly–broth, garlic, green onions, soft tofu, and a few spices Liam had sworn by the last time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong flavors. Low oil. Warm. No sugar.” She remembered it clearly. Liam mentioned other

quietly as she could. It would take some time for it to simmer. That gave her

returned to the bedroom, Liam was sprawled across the bed, one arm

shirt, careful not to wake him. Once it was off, she grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him down–his neck, his arms, even

him for a moment, towel still in hand. His brows were relaxed now, and the lines

over his bare torso. The room was quiet except for the faint bubbling from the kitchen.

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Chapter 188

look away.

pieces you moved. The people you paid off. The way you kept her

small and sharp. “Try

eyes. “Is that

I am wondering how you are able to prove all this

Not anymore. He wasn’t the ten–year–old boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s moods. Not the teenager who flinched at every demand.

did what was expected just for the sake of obedience. He asked questions. He made different

defiance was

Was it because you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple

Liam didn’t speak.

“What you did. What you covered. How you made sure she found out about Calen and Monica in the worst way possible.

knuckles lightly against the edge of the desk. “And then you’ll be alone. All that work, all that planning, and

He didn’t

stared at

breath and stepped

backdoor lenders. You knew

expression didn’t change.

it. You wanted her desperate. You wanted her vulnerable. You wanted to be the only one

stop there.

when Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was you too. You exposed it. You wanted to shake the board. Undermine the

leave

back. You thought it was buried deep enough, shuffled through offshore filters, a few shell names

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.